bit of a story on how Experiment!Dean came to be.
Dean sat on the floor of a room as he played with some toy’s waiting for someone to come and get him. For weeks he had been tested, had blood test done, and asked questions by a few people in white coats. And so far he had answered them pretty well if a bit naively but so far his scores were pretty good. This caused the people in white to move forward with what they needed to do figuring it was time. Still sitting in his room he saw two guards walk in and one of the doctors, as they look at him as the child, stood up. The person spoke “Dean it’s time follow me,” they told him confusing the boy but he listened and went over to the person. The two walked down the hall as he was lead to another room before he was told what to do before he was strapped to a table. Moments later another doctor walked in holding a clipboard not saying a word to him getting to work right away. They asked for info on Dean’s vitals told everything was good so far nodding to this as he looked everything over really quick. Before saying that they should be ready to get to work now before turning their attention to the boy now. As they and the other doctor got suited up to get prepared for the tasked ahead “let's do this” was all they got to work.
Hours later Dean was sitting in his room again with bandages covering his body now wearing a medical gown. Sniffling now and then as he reached back to touch the tubes in his back. One going from the back of his neck to his lower back with smaller ones in between. Despite being given a tube for painkiller it still hurt along with confusing the boy making him wonder why this had been done. Had he done something wrong did he anger those people was it because he was bad? He didn’t mean to be bad honestly he didn’t if he was honest which he was he did his best to do what he was told when he was told. As Dean sat thinking a small bell went off showing it was time for bed now like always making him look at the clock on the wall. Seeing it was his bedtime he got up and went over to his bed curling into a ball as he held his stuffed patchwork bunny tightly to his chest. Staring off as a bunch of questions ran through his head before he finally passed out still curled into a ball.